The man wrapped in a white silk shroud was clearly dead. The bundle looked like a blood-soaked cocoon. Who had been killed? Nikita ran into the garden and hid behind lilac bushes to watch to the end the terrifying—and at the same time mesmerizing—scene: Fedor, his friend, pulls an unknown corpse out of the house. Nikita followed him all the way to the river, to the steep bank from which Fedor dropped his dreadful burden down onto the sand.
Fedor is the murderer! It was impossible to believe. And yet, in just minutes, his friend turned into a werewolf; an invisible wall rose between them, separating both of their pasts from the future…
Five years have passed since then, and one day Nikita has to remember every detail of that cold morning…